Sunday, February 10, 2013

SJS Blanketed in Snow...

It sifts from leaden sieves, it powders all the wood,
It fills with alabaster wool the wrinkles of the road.
It makes an even face of mountain and of plain, —
Unbroken forehead from the east unto the east again.
It reaches to the fence, it wraps it, rail by rail,
'Till it is lost in fleeces; it flings a crystal veil....

-Emily Dickinson

This is the most snow New England has received from a single snowstorm since I was in Seminary thirty five years ago!